A decade ago, the most dangerous place to be in Washington was between then-Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich and a television camera.
Under the pile of wrapping paper left from the holidays and newspapers left from 2005 lurks some not-so-fun, 2006 items for the nation, farmers and ranchers.
From the high, clear-view perch of the new year, certain facts and events of 2006 are already visible.
(Author’s note: The following column was first published the week of Christmas 1994. Now, by tradition, it returns.
‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the House nothing was stirring but Rep. Tom “T-Bone” Maxilla.
Despite overt hints to Santa’s elves that I own enough dress shirts and too many ties for someone who works at home, chances are nearly 100 percent that a swell new shirt and a very understated tie are in my immediate future.
If the dullest knife causes the deepest wounds, the Bush administration should stock up on gauze and duct tape as it takes its traveling trade show to Hong Kong’s World Trade Organization Ministerial Dec.
Rare is the day when either an editor or several readers do not call or e-mail to note the heavy population of facts residing in this space.
With the Irish clan and the Germanic horde again descending on our home this Thanksgiving, the week preceding their arrival threatens more action than the following week’s three-day, four-night holiday cruise on the SS Club Guebert.
In the big, slow move this past summer from the big, painted house in town, my worn copy of Aldo Leopold’s A Sand County Almanac went missing.